Blind Dates: B TABLES.

[goldhearted]

What: BLIND DATES! Round 2.
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with the letter-number combination B#.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 30th, eveningtimes.
Warnings: ???
ALSO, HEY, TAG YOUR CHARACTERS WHEN YOU REPLY TO THIS LOG. ♥

[The second group has been told to find some place somewhat out of the way. It's at the other end of the city, and maybe a little harder to find than the others. The dining room is bigger than it looks from the outside, though, and it's actually rather nice. There's quiet music playing overhead. There seems to be a little of everything on the menu, but it all does seem a little fancy. It's expensive, but it's not like you're paying, right?

It might have been smart to dress nice- but not too nice- for your date. At least that's what Gold suggested!

There's a candle at every table. Beside each candle, there is a card. On each card, there is a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

And feel free to leave at any time, with or without your date.]

Comments

[for_truth]

EXCUSE YOU, shorts are comfy and easy to wear. They aren't stupid at all, especially during the cold months.

Hilda did not speak Pokemon, but she did speak A Pokemon Just Launched Itself At My Head and Now It's Going to Smother Me Until I Die, if that was any consolation. He knocked her off her feet and she tried to protest, but her speech was so muffled it was pretty much impossible to understand her. In response, she tried to escape, but since she was kind of stuck and the Pokemon aiming to murder her was whining a lot, she gave it a feeble pat on the arm... leg... limb. A pat that said "shhh, stop whining. P.S., I can't move."

[testgasm]

If the dog whining wasn't enough, the noise was soon accompanied by the anguished groans of a metal ball who had been chewed on and shaken around and dropped one too many times.

[flamedog]

Why wasn't this working, why wasn't she getting the number from his collar DIDN'T SHE KNOW wait she wasn't here when he said it HE'D HAVE TO SAY IT AGAIN.

There was a poof of smoke.

[flamejock]

And suddenly rather than being smothered by a giant fire dog, there was a muscular guy on top of her.

"READ THE NUMBER OFF OF MY COLLAR SO I CAN CALL MY TRAINER. I NEED TO CALL MY TRAINER OR SHE MIGHT BE DEAD," he said with the world's most intense passion and terror in his eyes.

There was another poof of smoke.

[flamedog]

And suddenly the giant dog was crushing you instead of the muscular guy again.

[for_truth]

Hilda sputtered in terror as the Pokemon turned into a person and started screaming at her, and she continued to sputter in terror when he turned back into a Pokemon. This time she tried her darnedest to shove herself out from under the giant dog. But, you know, 300 pounds of Pokemon. She didn't manage very much.

With an urgency and pitch most teenage girls would save for 'my favorite boy band is playing at the Thunderdome downtown,' she shouted, "DUDE I CAN'T READ ANYTHING IF YOU DON'T GET OFF."

[flamedog]

The giant puppy looked mollified. That was a tone of voice (you looked a little like mom, same color of hair, though mom was a way better dresser than you) that mom reserved for when Jock Was A Bad Boy.

He backed up off of her and whined again.

It sure is amazing that somehow this is going on in the middle of a high-class restaurant and nobody's been thrown out yet.

[for_truth]

SWEET, PRECIOUS AIR

She took a moment to breathe something that wasn't dog hair before she stood up. "... Okay. Cool. Thanks." Hilda would have given Jock a pat on the head if she could, but since she was laughably short she could only pat him on the chest. While standing on her tip-toes she made a valiant attempt to read the number on his collar, reached into her pocket for her cell phone, and...

"Oh, uh, crud. I gotta get my stuff. One sec." She bolted away to grab it and ran away, never to return back, dropping several water bottles and cans of lemonade all over the floor in her haste to find her phone. "Uhh... Do you wanna talk to her, or should I?"

The next time any of them come into this restaurant they will be turned away immediately, for sure.

[flamedog]

The tigerdog stamped his front paws with inexpressible joy as she pulled out the phone and started dialing numbers.

Then there was a poof of smoke.

[flamejock]

"ME," said the man. "I WANT TO TALK TO HER. I NEED TO HEAR HER VOICE."

Jock, calm down. Jock, why are you resting your head on this poor girl's shoulder looking down at her dialing the numbers. Jock, this is probably a bit too intimate for this pure, innocent maid.

[for_truth]

Well you probably already crossed the "too intimate for this pure, innocent maid" line by sitting on her. She wasn't trying to run away, if that was a good sign, but that may have been because she was too worried that he would chew her head off of she did.

"Whoa, uh-- 'Kay... Here ya go." Hilda held the phone out for him.

[flamejock]

Jock grasped the phone tightly and prayed that Blue was still alive to answer it.

[travelingbelle]

The phone rang.

And rang again.

It rang three times.

That was probably too many times. BUT LO WHAT WAS-

"Hello?"

[flamejock]

"MOM," said Jock with great force. "MOM WHERE ARE YOU YOU AREN'T AT THE RESTAURANT WHERE MY DATE IS AT ARE YOU DEAD MOM I NEED TO BE THERE FOR YOU MOM TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE."

[travelingbelle]

There was a pause as Blue recovered her hearing.

"Jock, I wouldn't be talking to you if I were dead. I'm fine. I'm at a different restaurant, having a date with someone I promise will not kill me. Whose phone are you using...?"

[flamejock]

Jock looked at the girl whose phone he was yelling into. "A TRAINER WHO KINDA LOOKS A LITTLE LIKE YOU I DON'T KNOW HER NAME TELL ME WHAT RESTAURANT YOU'RE AT SO I CAN BE THERE WITH YOU."

[travelingbelle]

"A little like... Okay. Are you still with your date?"

[flamejock]

"HE'S ON THE TABLE."

[testgasm]

Wheatley was still on the table.

He had since tipped over and would be lying optic-down if not for the bread basket in his way, which had caused him to stop at an awkward forty-five degree angle. Every so often, his top handlebar would wiggle in an apparent effort on the part of the spherical AI to right himself.

Needless to say, it was not a very good view.

[travelingbelle]

"On the table."

Ok.

"Ok. Don't ditch your date, Jock. That's a bad thing to do."

[flamejock]

"YES MOM ANYTHING YOU WANT MOM, YES NOW WHERE ARE YOU," said Jock as he walked over to the table and with his free hand he grabbed the handlebar that was wiggling occasionally. "MY DATE IS WITH ME."

[testgasm]

Though he had to admit it was a nice change of pace to not be left somewhere to flail about with his handles, Wheatley was none too happy about being back in the grasp of a crazed dog-person.

"Is that--is that your mum? You've got your not-dead mum on the phone?"

Good.

"YOUR SON IS A LUNATIC," he shouted, apparently for Blue to hear. "HE'S A RAVING LUNATIC AND HE TRIED TO KILL ME."

[flamejock]

"MY DATE IS A BROKEN MAGNEMITE, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, MOM, HE CAN'T EVEN FLOAT," said Jock forcefully. "I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL ANYBODY, NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT."

[testgasm]

"HE SPIT FIRE AT ME AND USED ME AS A CHEWTOY AND NEARLY SHOOK ME TO DEATH."

[travelingbelle]

"....."

". . ."

"Jock, lower the phone so I can talk to the not-Magnemite, ok?"